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A funny poem from January 1912, Motion Picture Store Magazine. Santa loves the photoshow!
A Belated Santa Claus
By Lillian May
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all thru the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
But, alas! dear old Santa Claus never came there!
Was he murdered or robbed? you would all like to know.
Oh, no! he dropped in at a fine Photoshow,
The poor, empty stockings forgot all about,
And sat there entranced till the lights were turned out.
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“A fool there was,” quoth Santa, “I’d better get away;
I cant fill half the stockings before the break of day.”
He hastened for his reindeers, but they were not in sight.
“They’ve bolted!” muttered Santa, “I”m sure it serves me right.”
He hailed a passing airship and soon was safely home,
“Oh, Santa,” cried his loving wife, “I am so glad you’ve come!
The reindeers and the sleigh are here, but everything’s upset.
What will the darling children think? You’ve never failed them yet.”
“Well, Wife, I thought I’d rest a bit, and see a Photoplay;
I was so thrilled and entertained I couldn’t get away.
I’ll make my calls tomorrow eve, I have a treat in store,
I’ll give those children something that they are not looking for.”
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‘Twas the morning of Christmas, the homes were all drear,
There was weeping for Santa, who failed to appear;
Then the telephones rang and each young heart grew light:
“Unavoidably late, but will be there tonight.”
‘Twas the morn after Christmas, and in every home
There was mirth and rejoicing, for Santa had come.
The stockings were filled, and ‘way down in each toe
Was a tiny, pink ticket to the Photoshow.
